A band donned as a harried styled
and swiftly tailored rogue
within the windmills of me noggin
he/she, him/her, his/hers
doth trumpet and blare

finding me feeling
extremely emotionally distraught today
Juneteenth two thousand twenty six
linkedin to a lifetime
of obsessive compulsive thoughts
directly tied into my hair
whereas last night
I felt giddy as school boy
upon last day of school
and even asked the missus
to apply a liberal amount
of no more tangles
to comb out knots comprising a lair
for all creatures large
and particularly small
wise and wonderful
nesting themselves until
they felt comfortably numb
nursing themselves
upon sebaceous glands
near the scalp, microscopic
exocrine glands in the skin
that secrete an oily
or waxy substance called sebum
found almost everywhere
on the body electric
except the palms and soles,
they attach to hair follicles
to lubricate and waterproof hair and skin

anyway such figments
of mine imaginative critters

"to the naked eye"
fought tooth and nail
and felt jilted
and thus spurred to take action
protested being dislodged
where they could not remain
deeply infested within constituent
unseen fibers and throve
on constituent specific
chemical composition of human hair,
which relies on a mix of elements:
such as Carbon: ~45%, Oxygen: ~28%,
Nitrogen: ~15%, Hydrogen: ~6.7%,
Sulphur: ~5.3% and other elements:
plus trace amounts
of iron, zinc, copper, and melanin,
(which gives hair its color)
rely far and above
any other strictly evoked
unreal psychosomatic
and obsessive compulsive
dissociative disorder
with thoughts buzz-feeding
on irrational mindset
and exhibiting mental anguish
obvious to any casual observer,
who might steer clear
of said hypothetical person
such as myself
who frequently talks out loud to him/hisself
which occasionally flares up
whereby one could witness
an angry altercation
between himself/hisself
experiences excessively sweaty palms
(palmar hyperhidrosis)
and physically walking in circles
until being plucked by men/women

in white coats
coming to take me away
Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I´ll be happy to see...
whereat death be not proud
particularly after befriending Jerry Samuels,
would be the most surefire solution
to bringing an end
with absolute zero chance of recurrence
the nemesis of mental health
anguished despair,
yet such permanent solution
to a temporary crisis
would leave cries and sorrows
among kith and kin

as the spirit of Matthew Scott Harris
observed the fall out
courtesy mortal kombat
with being chained
to his own haranguing nemesis.